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Hannah frowned. She'd never be able to find them if no one had seen them. She had to keep moving, find more people to ask about them. She didn't like to think about it but more people were dying. Time could be running out on finding either of them.

Tara burning herself was worrying. Hannah liked Tara fine. She'd done Hannah's makeup for a few different productions. Maybe she'd broken down, just in a different way than the killers.

"Thanks, um, good luck," she finished before she left out the way she came. Junko may not have been all bad, but she had people to find, and Junko had still made it clear she didn't trust Hannah.

Hannah left. For a few minutes, Junko stared out the door she’d shown up at, then had left through. Well, that was a thing? It wasn’t particularly weird like Darius or Tara, but it was a thing. “A thing” seemed unspecific and yet not? On the whole issue, y’know.

Then, Junko went back to her daypack. Sat down. Picked up the bread. Attempted another bite. Attempted to swallow.

Maybe something else would happen soon. Maybe?

Junko had spent the night in the gym. It only got darker, but it beat staying out in the rain, obvs. If anything, the complaint was that it was boring. Some of the equipment still worked, or at least some semblance of it. Others, though, had rusted shut. Which sucked! Junko would have loved using those old-timey exercise bikes, but they wouldn’t budge. Any of them. Maybe she was using them wrong, but maybe rust is a jerk. Maybe both were it. There were weightlifting benches here too, but don’t you need a spotter for those? But it wasn’t like that even if she had one that she could do it. The weights had gone mysteriously missing. If the terrorists did it, there’s something kind of funny about that. Oh, we’re taking away those weights because someone might hurt themselves. Now go beat someone with that bat.

She’d also gotten hopeful when she saw that there were showers. She kind of stunk, and a nice hot shower would do the trick. When she tried, though, it made this horrific squealing sound. Junko’s response was “fuck that,” and put her clothes back on.

So yeah. To make a long story short, the worst thing she had to say was that even though there were exercise equipment, she was bored out of her mind.

Sometimes her thoughts still wandered. Sometimes she still thought about Danny, or Bradley, or Jerry. Sometimes she wondered about their last moments. But every single time, she pushed those thoughts away. Maybe it wasn’t worth it to dwell, right? Thoughts like that weren’t good to spend time on.

Anyways, she did come up with a bit of a game that evening. You see, Junko had found a punching bag in the corner. One of those heavy ones, to be specific. It smelled weird, but it seemed workable. Junko at first tried, y’know, punching it? But her hands ached quickly. Punching things are hard. Guess that meant no Oldboy style “punch the wall to make your fingers stronger” things for her, then? Eh, maybe. But she came up with a solution. Junko had remembered that you can practice batting on punching bags. To be honest, she didn’t remember where she heard that. Maybe Cris brought it up? Maybe it was one of the other baseball team people? Maybe she saw a Youtube video about it? Maybe was just imagining it? Whatever it was, the thought popped into her head. So, she did just that. Hit the bag with the bat. It knocked some dust out, and after a while there was a softer spot in the bag, but hey, it worked. After a while, the bag fell to the floor because the chain was rusty and fragile. But even that didn’t necessarily end the game. She just propped it up against the wall, and went at it like that. Junko even threw in some punches and kicks afterwards, despite her poor experiences with punching it earlier.

At least that buzzing feeling had subsided for a while. She did have something to do, something to take some emotions out on.

That morning, Junko played a few more rounds of that game, then jogged a few laps around the gym. The gym wasn’t bad for jogging, really. It was just big enough for her. Hardwood floor wasn’t anything unlike what the school had in the gymnasium. The other kind of gym, yeah.

She had started some sit-ups when the announcements came back on. Junko sat back up, her legs folded underneath her. Was there anything noteworthy this time around?

Well, Wayne Cox died. Junko searched her mind a bit, before remembering. Oh yeah, he’d shown up to the party she hosted. The Anti-SH one, where Darius was drunk and a weeb. Yeah, he and Raina kinda ran off because of that. Cris had seemed concerned about that, didn’t he? Weren’t they still off? She’d ask him, or her, but death games weren’t the best place to ask about people’s relationships. Suicide, it sounded like? Huh.

Jasper died too. This time, it sounded like Alvaro had gotten him. You know, that nervous guy who kept popping up on the announcements alongside Kimiko, Isabel, and Nancy. Junko did have a biased opinion on him to begin with. His parents ran a restaurant, her mom ran a restaurant. It was kinda natural that she’d somewhat side-eye a competitor. Anyways, Jasper. She remembered what he said earlier.

Can’t we all just get along?

Well, say that to Alvaro then. See how it goes. Didn’t work out? Too bad, she guessed.

It was so weird, though, knowing that he was now dead. Junko had sat in thought a few minutes after the announcement ended. Then she remembered what Danya had said about Wayne.

Oh well, he's made sure you're all one step closer to winning.

It was something she’d been telling herself all along. Each announcement meant that she was still alive. That she was here for another day. She was still living off that mantra of “Survive until something happens.”

Junko still wasn’t sure what that “something” was. But it was “something.” Each announcement, each morning, meant that she made it ahead. She’d survived where others didn’t. She’d made it. Each day wasn’t an excuse to be sad. It was an excuse to be happy. Happy that you made it. That you didn’t break to pressure, or that someone didn’t kill you, or something else didn’t happen. Wasn’t it easier to view it like that?

She stood up. Junko stretched her shoulders for a few seconds, and then picked up her bag and bat. Bag was still heavy, but eh, maybe she could manage. The weather outside didn’t seem as bad, so maybe she’d step outside. Go for a walk, or another jog. Some air that wasn’t dusty would be nice.

Junko slid to the door, and after opening it, briefly looked behind her. The same dead smell had drifted through the open door. But she looked forward. Walked outside.

However, she never realized that Bradley was in the bush just outside the exit. Not even once. She never did look into the smell.

00:01 Rattlesnake To be fair, it's hard not to appreciate a giant naked armless statue that ejaculates wolves

17:42 Sideliner This juxtaposition of coke and wrestling is somewhat unsettling

12:27 Whirly I want my mom and I want my dad dead, we can have an Oedipus-mance

16:13 SnoopDommyDomm my specialist subject in Mastermind is "History of Defecation in Wrestling"

03:51 GeneralJueves are you condoning evolution in the area of completely changing the structure of penises just so a guy can lose his virginity (and I'm sure the goalposts will change to exempt those who have only had sex with themselves from the category of people who are not virgins) without a partner?

13:04 Rugga I don't think that converting a girl by dickmatizing them counts 13:05 Rugga It's like hypnotizing 13:05 Rugga But with sex

19:17 BlackCanary Inky Dinky Doo da for Kami is like in Who Framed Rodger Rabbit when Judge Doom kept knocking "shave and a hair cut, two bits" to find him19:17 BlackCanary She can't resist the nudity colony of the dead

16:56 dmboogie TEDDIE, WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY 16:57 dmboogie THE BISHIE SPARKLE MUST NEVER BE USED FOR EVIL

11:37 Ruggawork If I were working at Tiger beat I imagine I'd get bored and work in monkey sex every now and again11:37 Ruggawork Teen girls won't get it11:37 Ruggawork They're just looking at the pictures and stickers

20:49 DocBalance Kyubey, you would do well in the world of underground zombie sex.

For v6, I have come to a decision. To help lessen character pimping, I have vowed not to talk about my characters, any characters closely related to mine, or any threads I've been involved in, in any of the following places:

I am not allowing myself to talk about anything relating to my characters or scenes I'm in unless they are brought up in conversation by another handler. I am not allowed to use my characters' names OOC or mention anything relating to that character until another handler mentions them. This is not currently in effect for pre-game; these self-imposed rules do not apply until v6 starts. However, they will be in effect the second v6 is announced. When one of my characters die, escape, or are otherwise removed from the game, these rules are lifted for that character, and I am free to talk about that character as much as I want. However, the others will have to wait until they too are out of the game.

This is a personal promise I'm keeping to myself for v6. If I break it, please feel free to bitch me out.

-KamiKaze

Addendum as of v6: I may ask for critiques while a character's arc is ongoing, as long as someone has offered to do so.

Let's show that private threads aren't necessary! I pledge not to start any private threads on island in V6. If I started a thread, you are welcome to join it.